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L.  A.   ViLLANIS 

Turin,  Autumn,  1901 


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CHARACTERS 


ADAM 

Baritone 

EVE 

SOPRAKO 

SATAN 

Baritone 

MOLOCH 

Bass 

BELIAL  1 

Contralto 

URIEL     j 

VOICE  OF  THE  FATHER 

Chorus 

VOICE  OF  THE  SON 

Tenors  {Chorus) 

Pkologue 

Part  I.  Hell 

Part  II.  Paradise 

Part  III.  Earth 

The  text  in  italics  is  taken  as  the  idea  or  foundation 
for  the  Orchestral  Introductions,  Intermezzos,  and  De- 
scriptions. 


>?  f-VO 


?S0362 


IL  PARADISO  PERDUTO 


PROLOGO 

ERA  il  nulla  increato,  e  sull'abisso 
Teterno  Tutto  impenetrabil:  Dio. 
Del  tempo  ancora  ignota 
I'onda  fluente :  imniota 
reternita:  I'essenza  ponderosa 
dei  mondi,  come  aligera  semente, 
solcava  quella  che  mai  non  riposa 
deir  eterno  Signor  profonda  mente. 
Nei  raggi,  d'albe  e  di  tramonti  ignari, 
le  sante  voci  alate 
cantavan  I'apparir  d'opre  create. 

"Sotto  la  mitica  falange,  ai  secoli 
ignota,  immemore  d'ogni  sua  genesi, 
nel  tempo,  che  il  moto  rinserra, 
sara  la  terra. 

"Fiori  avrA,  vite,  tramonti,  placide 
notti  lunari,  meriggi  splendidi. 
Avrk  di  felici  una  prole: 
I'Ente  lo  vuole!,, 

Ave,  dell'infinito 
Dominator!  Nell'ombra  inviolata 
del  nulla,  il  tuo  pensiero 
accenderA  la  luce  sterminata. 
E  le  stelle  rotanti  a  mille  a  mille, 
nimbi  d'eternitjl,  sul  glauco  fondo, 
il  ritmo  scanderan  d'ogni  areata 
cosa  nel  mondo. 
Ave!  Ne  le  pupille 
dell'uom  la  vita  riderji  soave: 
e  le  corolle  su  dai  prati  in  fiore 
olezzeran,  turiboli 

di  novo  incenso,  a  te.  Gloria,  o  Signore! 
[  4] 


PARADISE  LOST 


PROLOGUE 

Chorus: 

VOID  and  black  lay  the  earth, 
Amid  the  chaos  no  life  had  being 
Save  Eternal  God. 
There  all  things  slept  in  silence. 
Formless,  sublime,  unknowing  the  flight  of  Time. 
The  Everlasting,  mighty,  all  present. 
Like  a  rushing  tempest  swept  thro'  the  boding  stillness; 
As  corn-sheaves,  down-bending^  fell  before  Him 
The  worlds  in  order  made. 
Dim  the  first  light  that  was  not  dawn  or  even. 
When  holy  Angels,  singing  'mid  the  Heaven, 
Saw  created  Earth  uprising 
Pure  and  perfect — undefiled. 

The  Prophecy  {small  chorus  from  a  distance): 

Out  of  the  void  beneath,  the  legions  of  Seraphs 
Heard  that  Voice  Eternal,  that  called  to  being 
Worlds  of  wondrous  likeness,  in  fairness  decked. 
New  born,  created. 

"Let  there  be  flow'rs  and  twilight. 
Nights  that  are  splendid  with  starshine. 
Days  that  are  sunlit  bright: 
Let  plenty  be  witness  of  glory — 
It  is  His  W^ill." 

Chorus:  All  hail!  Great  God! 

All  hail!  Almighty  Being,  Eternal  Power! 
Who  at  Thy  Word  evolved  from  chaos 
A  world  of  glory — from  darkness  light; 
And  lit  the  Heavens  with  splendor. 
And  the  planets  in  thousands  fulfilling 
Thy  bidding,  moving  in  ceaseless  flight 
'Mid  the  blue  Heaven  in  measureless  duration, 
^^Thy  mighty  Will  obeying. 
Show  forth  Thy  glory,  world  without  end. 
All  hail! 

From  mortal  eyes,  clearer  beaming. 
Smiles  forth  the  golden  joy  of  living; 
See  now  the  flowers,  in  the  meadows  growing, 
O'er  moor  and  field  their  fragrance  yield 
Like  incense  rising  to  Thee: 
All  hail!  Great  God! 
Glory  now  be  given,  glory  to  God ! 

[51 


PARTE  PRIMA 
L'INFERNO 

1A  pura  immensitu,  qiietn  profonda, 
^  che  il  ge}iio  iiman  rispcccliia,  accesa  appawe 
d'orrendi  Juochi  e  di  terror.  Mnggendo 
Juribondi  uragnni,  in  turbo  ignivomo 
I'esercito  ribelle 

coiitro  il  Sigtior  precipito.  L'immota 
ineff'abil  virtu  del  Creatore 
slette,  in  nimbo  di  luce:  ejiammeggianli 
rote,  lamenti  ed  uliili 
d'angioli  sfolgorati 
fu  in  alto. 

Or  lacque  in  cielo  ogni  clamore. 
Canton  I'orde  serajiche 

"Gloria  al  Signore!,, 

Sol  da  I'abisso,  dove  il  fuoco  impera, 

sorse  Satan  terribile 

o 

sulla  battuta  schiera. 

Alto  si  leva:  con  orrendo  ghigno 

"A  noi 

—  tuona  — 

o  compagni  maledetti!,, 
e  percuote  I'acciar  sopra  il  viacigno. 

Romba  alia  voce  sua  l' orrendo  loco: 

ad  ogni  appello  franano 

per  le  aperte  voragini 

nuovi  abissi  di  fuoco. 

Protervo  egli  erge  la  gran  mole,  e  intomo 

cento  falangi  sorgono 

per  V  infernal  soggiorno. 

"  Pugnammo !  Se  il  vigor  che  al  mal  ne  cresce, 
poiche  il  bene  spari,  mai  non  si  spenga, 
tornate  airarmi,  e  le  fiammanti  lacrime 
ciascun  di  voi  rattenga. 
Egli  ne  fulmino:  tra  immense  pene 
I'angelico  valor  mise  in  catene  .  .  . 
Sorgete  or  dunqueril  Paradiso  a  noi! 

(  <i  1 


PART  I 

HELL 

THE  brooding  peace  Ihatjilled  7vifk  sweet  repose 
The  sempiternal  spaces  of  the  Sphere 
Was  now  disturbed.  Wild  raged  the  battle  din. — 
Like  hurricanes  down-beating  swept  along 
The  army  of  rebellion.  Heaven's  High  Lord 
With  invocations  vain  the  hosts  menaced 
That  still  unvanquLshed  stood,  enwrapped  inflames; 
Wild  shrieking  rent  the  air  andjilled  the  heights 
Proclaiming  war. 

Then  suddenly  silence  Jell, 
And  once  again  the  Angel  pee  an  uprose — 

Chorus:  Glory  to  God! 

—  n>hilefro7n  the  gates  of  Hell 
Stood  Satan  forth,  and  7vith  an  eye  of  flame 
Surveyed  the  leaguered  armies  of  Ms  hosts, 
His  head  upraised  with  gesture  terrible. 

Satan;  Hither, 

cries  he, 

comrades  accursed  of  God! 
And  smote  the  rock  with  his  enraptured  sword. 

Rumbling,  Hell  trembled,  and  its  boulders  fell ; 
Earth  yatvned  anew  and  caverns  gave  forth  fire; 
While,  meditating  vengeance,  proudly  stood 
The  Prince  of  Hell  with  his  unholy  band. 

Arise,  my  compeers  in  damnation! 

We  labored,  vanquish'd  oft,  yet  ne'er  despairing. 

Our  pride  dauntless  thro'  all. 

Keeping  our  courage,  scornful,  relentless. 

Back  to  your  weapons,  my  counsel  follow. 

Awake  and  conquer  once  for  all ; 

Your  tears  forgetting,  craven  tears,  degrading. 

High  from  His  mighty  Throne, 

Sent  He  His  thunder-bolt: 

With  lightnings  flashing,  the  Angel  from  His  Holy  sight 

He  banished.  Arise,  my  compeers! 

Be  Paradise  our  goal. 

[  7  ] 


IL  PARADISO  PJERDUTO 

E  frodi  ed  armi  guidino 

lo  stuol  non  domo  d'indomati  eroi !  „ 

—  Tacque.  II  baglior  degli  hifiammati  sguardi 
che  sqjftsano  in  lui,  difosca  luce 

torva  piu  che  le  liigiibii 

Jiamme  d' inferno,  illmnina  il  gran  duce. 

Molocco  allor  aderge  la  persona, 

e  concitato  e  impavido 

tra  le  vampate  sibilanti  tuona. 

"Tu  guerra  invochi — e  guerra  sia:  ma  d'armi 

lotta  implacata,  non  di  frodi.  Al  cielo 

nascemmo:  or  dunque  piombino 

sul  cielo  i  figli  suoi 

lui  conquistando  in  fulgido 

infranger  d'armi  e  ruinar  d'eroi!,, 

— "  Guerra  ?„  — 

(^Belial  risponde,Jra  i  caduti 
Jiacco  d'ardire  e  di  virtu.') 

"Ben  guerra 
vorrei:  ma  troppe  lacrime 
piangemmo:  e  forza  arrenderci 
al  destin  che  ci  atterra. 
Se  la  vittoria  o  il  nulla  •• 

arridere  potesse  all'alta  impresa, 
I'armi  e  la  frode  a  1' ultimo 
disperato  lottar  vorrei  congiunte. 
Ma  sfolgoranti  punte 
vibran  le  sue  falangi, 
cui  lastra  adamantina  piu  non  regge: 
e  ad  increato  s]iirito 

non  s'apre  il  nulla:  e  questa  eterna  legge. 
Qui  rimaner  convieii :  contro  il  pensiero 
che  ancor  s'ostina  a  favellar  di  Dio, 
sola  un'arma  ci  avanza  .  .  .  „ 

—  "E  qual.  .  .?„ 

—  "L'oblio!, 

—  Scoppia  al  mo  dir  in  procellosa  voce 
la  coorte  infernal:  — 

"Troppo  lottammo: 
si  posi  alfin!„ 

"Quaggiu  posar,  nel  rombo 
della  vampa  insofFribile?,, 

"Tonanti 
sorgan  dalle  voragini 
I'orde  sacre  alle  lotte. 

[  81 


PARADISE  LOST 

With  guile  and  weapons  storm  the  heights  of  Heaven, 
To  hosts  unconquered  bring  defeat. 

Dumb  'neath  the  anger  of  Omnipoieuce 
He  silent  stood,  whilst  flaming  looks  of  ivrath 
Enlighteiied  more  than  Jives  of  Hell  his  form. 
Uprose,  then,  Moloch,  and  with  ringing  tones 
The  words  of  Satan  turned  he  iiito  scorn, 
O'er  hill  and  plain  his  voice  resounding  far. 

Moloch  :  If  thou  dost  lead  I  follow  gladly. 
Yet  be  thy  weapons  forged  with  honor. 
Falseness  scorning,  thy  wisdom  our  succor. 
So  let  Heaven  by  Heav'n-born  sons  be  won; 
Truth  our  reliance,  strength  our  defiance. 
There 's  no  danger  we  would  shun. 

Belial:  Fight  then! 

{So  Belial,  the  weakest  among  the  fallen, 
Revived  their  drooping  courage.^ 

For  war  have  I  pray'd. 
Yet  have  too  many  tears  o'erflowed. 
The  force  of  destiny  with  grief  hath  enthrall'd  us. 
Now  let  the  crown  of  victory 
Our  Fate  determine,  or  else  annihilation. 
Arm  me  with  your  weapons,  for  thus  would  I  scorn 
Even  death  to  gain  ambition. 
The  Hosts  of  Heaven  brandish  keen-sparkling  spears  of 

lightning, 
No  mighty  shield  or  rock  can  e'er  resist  them. 
And  to  the  spirit  immortal  there  is  no  ending. 
We  strive  and  strive  for  ever,  —  so  doth  the  law  insist. 
God  in  our  thoughts  ever  dwelleth. 
We  have  no  strength  to  flee  His  presence. 
But  one  solace  I  know  — 

Chorus:  Attend! 

Belial:  Oblivion! 

His  word  swept  onward  like  a  foaming  wave 
O'er  hosts  of  hell. 

Chorus:  Can  there  be  concord  or  rest  below 

While  in  our  souls  the  flames  of  wrath  are  burning? 

No,  nevermore!  Arise,  revolting,  from  yawning  cavern. 

Dreary  and  fathomless. 

Brave  sons  of  freedom,  struggle! 

Satan,  lead  to  the  fray! 

[  9] 


IL  PARADISO  PERDUTO 

Guerra,  Satan:  fiammeggino 

i  tuoi  vessilli,  e  sperdano  la  notte!„ 

—  Fremono:  e  Vaste  squassano 

7iell' infernal  tenebra:  tin  urio  immenso 

squarcia  quell' aer  denso. 

Ma  di  mille  tonanti  pin  terribile 

leva  Satan  la  voce :  e  al  miiiaccioso 

vihrar,  rivimensiid,  madre  dei  secoli, 

rimbomba. 

"O  radios! 
drappelli,  [in  rote  angeliche 
usi  a  librare  i  placidi  riposi,] 
fermate.  Nova  guerra 
fatalmente  s'impon:  ma  d'uopo  e  vincere, 
vano  e  il  valor  se  inutile  si  sferra! 
Non  Ei,  dal  cui  pensiero 
scaturisce  la  folgore,  si  assalga 
negli  spazi  superni.  Alto  mistero 
Ei  medita  lassu:  questo  si  sveli, 
e  nell'opere  sue  piombi  distrutta 
la  sapienza  trionfal  dei  cieli!„ 

"Che  medita  I'Eterno?,, 

"Nei  pill  lontani  giri,  in  luminose 

rote  sonanti,  vagano 

voci  misteriose. 

Pochi  eletti  le  udir:  son  voci  alate 

che  cantan  I'apparir  d'opre  create.,, 

"Le  udisti  tu  .  .  .  ?  Che  narrano?,, 

"Sara  la  terra  .  .  .  un  uom,  d'angelo  il  volto, 

sereno  I'occhio  e  I'anima  innocente, 

vivra  nel  sol,  che  accendera  la  vita 

nella  creata  gente  .  .  . 

Dove  ci6  sia,  niun  seppe  mai.  Dal  fondo 

dell'abisso  infocato 

forza  e  salir,  oltrepassando  Iddio, 

al  confine  ignorato. 

Ardua  I'impresa:  intorno 

raggianti,  in  vol  fulmineo 

gli  angioli  eletti  chiudono 

quest'infernal  soggiorno. 

La  vendetta  e  lassu  .  .  .  Chi  al  volo  orrendo 

apre  I'ali? 

Niun  parla? 

Ebben,  sol  io 
voglio  scagliarmi :  o  ciel,  arma  le  folgori, 
Satana  infrangera  I'opra  di  Dio!„ 

[  10] 


PARADISE  LOST 

Like  leaping  points  ofjiaitie  the  glittering  spears 

Cleft  the  dark  chasm  of  tormented  Hell; 

Shrieks  rent  the  air  and  ever  louder  rose 

The  voice  of  Satan  with  the  clash  and  clang 

Of  myriad  Furies  blended  into  one. 

Now  high  uplifted  in  unbridled  wrath, 

Now  with  blasphemous  idterance  smote  Ifie  air, 

Calling  on  Time  and  on  Etertnty, 

Whose  void  gave  echo  back. 

Satan  :  Valiant  companions,  O  tarry  and  hear  me! 
'Tis  not  warfare  that  can  gain  us  renown. 
It  must  be  Victory! 

Save  then  thy  strength,  and  waste  not  futile  effort. 
On  God,  the  King  of  Heaven,  make  not  war. 
Lest  His  thunders  smite,  for  He  is  King  almighty  o'er  all 

kings ! 
God  hath  ordained  a  wonderful  decree: 
This  is  my  secret.  Yet  this  wondrous  work 
The  Heaven  doth  threaten.  Wisdom  warreth  against  good. 

Chorus:  What  plans  the  Lord  Eternal.^ 
What  dread  decree.'^ 

Satan:  Amid  the  vaults  celestial,  by  glowing  light  surrounded. 
Hear  mystic  voices  of  the  Angels,  ever  re-echoing; 
Yet  doth  Man  hear  them  not. 
Yes,  ever  thro'  the  heavens  ringing. 
Holy  Angels  glory  singing, 
W' hen  the  morning  beams  are  winging, 
Radiant  Angels,  Heaven's  story 
Earthward  bringing. 
Canst  thou  not  hear.-* 

Chorus:  What  means  this  song.^ 

Satan:  It  speaks  of  Earth. 

A  Man  holy  of  visage  and  glance  all-seeing. 
And  heart  unstained  by  evil,  to  earth  shall  come. 
And  'mid  its  plains  shall  wander; 
Man,  perfect,  undefiled! 
Whence  no  one  knoweth  and  none  may  tell. 
From  out  Hell's  sea  of  flames 
Press  thou  onward  unto  the  light. 
Braving  the  King  of  Heaven,  to  new  regions  uprising. 
Mighty  thy  task, 

More  fearful  than  tempest  blast  or  lightning  flash  ! 
Chamjjions  holy,  guard  both  day  and  night  the  gates  of  tor- 
ment. 
The  Avenger  is  near!  his  wings  he  freeth. 
W^hither  goes  he?  None  answer. 

[  11  1 


IL  PARADISO  PERDUTO 

Gloria  a  Satana  re!  —  Fiamma  d'infemo, 

le  vampe  in  curva  aureola 

attorei  al  capo  del  ribelle  eterno! 

Tuoni  I'abisso:  fuggano 

sparsi  ne  I'alto  i  cherubi  volanti: 

einto  di  rabbia,  Satana 

muove  nell'infinito  i  passi  erranti. 


I  1»  I 


PARADISE  LOST 

Behold,  'tis  I  will  lead  to  glory! 

Great  God!  launch  now  Thy  thunderbolt! 

Satan  now  will  all  alone  Thy  work  demolish. 

Chorus:  Glory,  Satan,  to  thee. 
Flames,  round  him  blaze  now. 
Enshrine  him  with  golden  splendor! 
Thy  monarch  now  with  greatest  honor  crown  for  everl 
Thunder,  O  heaven;  thunder,  O  cavern; 
Rise  in  the  skies,  all  ye  Cherubim  of  Heaven. 
Ever  he  wanders,  fierce  is  his  spirit. 
With  flames  of  passion  ever  burning. 


I  13  I 


PARTE  SECONDA 
IL  PARADISO 

CANDIDA  Valba  sul  crealo  mondo 
I'ali  movea,  silenle  pellegrina 
che  Iddio  distolse  da  I'etemo  stuolo 
e,  ancella  al  sol,  lie  Vorbita 
lancio,  rettrice  del  virgineo  volo. 
Lei  dal  prqfondo  immote 
le  schiere  del  celesti  contemplavano 
via  digradanle  in  digradanti  rote : 
e,  come  raggio  in  vetro  si  rifrange, 
tale,  al  brillar  del  di,  novello  gaudio 
cantava  in  seno  a  la  spirtal  Jalange. 

"O  d'increate  aureole  figliola. 
Luce  che  il  mondo  piccioletto  indori, 
vivida  madre  ai  vividi  colori, 
sorgi  e  divampa,  o  gaudiosa! 

Osanna !  „ 

"L'eterna  essenza  dell' Iddio,  cui  vola 
ogni  altra  essenza,  aH'uomo  in  te  favella, 
O  sorriso  di  sol,  bacio  di  stella, 
sorgi  e  divampa,  o  gaudiosa! 

Osanna !  „ 

Sotlo  sorgeva  il  sole. 

Dal  Caucaso  perduto, 

ove  negli  echi  dormono 

le  memorie  d'lin  tempo  sconosciuto, 

una  voce  salia,  mite,  gioconda, 

inneggiando  al  Signor. 

Coglievan  gli  angioli 
la  mattutina  prece  dcgli  umani, 
esile  covie^/ior,  piira  come  onda. 

"Signor,  cui  verde  olezza 
ridesta  dal  sopor  I'erba  infinita, 
Tu  della  vita  creator  diletto, 
sii  benedetto! 

[  IM 


PART  II 
PARADISE 

NO W,  silefit  Pilgrim,  rise  and  greet  the  day, 
Which  on  the  rosy  wings  of  dawn  is  borne;  — 
The  mighty  God,  who  doth  control  the  stars, 
And  can  foretell  the  courses  of  the  wind, 
Doth  with  illmnined  visage  now  appear 
On  flight  amid  the  wilderness  of  space; 
And  as  the  beams,  as  bright  as  diamonds  clear y 
Effulgent  rise,  an  Angel  chorus  stvells 
To  greet  the  birth  of  day. 

Chorus:  Hail!  new  creation,  first-born  maid  of  Heaven. 
Radiant  light  that  God  the  world  hath  given. 
All-joyous  mother,  Love  in  thee  found  being; 
Glory  surround  thee,  all  voices  sing  to  thee  Hosanna! 
Within  thee  dwelleth  all  the  fullness  of  wisdom. 
High  over  all  things  exalted 
To  Man  thro'  thee  God  speaketh  — 
When  the  Sun  brightly  smiles. 
When,  so  golden,  the  stars  o'er  us  are  beaming, 
Rise  in  flames  of  glory,  while  all  sing  to  Thee,  Hosanna! 

So  wakes  the  Sun! 
From  tvild  Caucasus  and  her  slumb'ring  heights 
Come  voices  siveet  and  mild  to  jrraise  the  Lord. 
And  'mid  the  Angels'  songs  come  fait' ring  prayers 
That  pure  as  brooklet's  source  which  tinkling  runs 
Thro'  leafy  plains,  fllls-  all  the  trembling  air 
With  joy  unspeakable. 

Adam  and  Eve  (The first  prayer) 

My  Lord,  my  God,  who  amid  green  meadows 
From  slumber  me  awaked,  filled  with  their  fragrance. 
Life  Thou  bestowest,  source  of  ev'ry  pleasure, 
All  things  shall  praise  Thee. 

[   15  ] 


IL  PARADISO  PERDUTO 

"Tu  sei  la  mite  voce  della  brezza 
che  tra  le  foglie  parla  dolcemente, 
e  il  cor  la  sente. 

''L'aiiima  sei,  che  olezza 

su  dagli  steli:  ranima  infinita 

sei  della  vita,  o  santo  e  benedetto 

Padre  diletto!,, 

Ed  ecco  nella  pace  inviolata 

deU'etere  celeste  un  lungo  Jremilo 

passu:  I'arpe  vibrarono 

dei  cheruhi  canori,  e  nel  projoiido 

parve  ginzzasse  un  raggio 

alVincreato  dal  creato  mondo. 

Uriele,  del  sole  ahitatore, 

al  del  salta  ne  I'etere  lucente, 

messaggero  al  Signore: 

e  s' allumavan  gli  angioli 

al  divino  appressar,  come  s'allieta 

nel  raggiar  d' im  imagine 

il  volto  del  poeta. 

"O  gran  Veggente,  ne  le  cui  latebre 

I'infinito  s'aggira  e  si  confonde, 

odi:  grave  s'avanza 

I'opra  del  Mai  ne  le  create  sponde. 

Quel,  che  nomar  non  pu6  labbro  celeste, 

su  la  terra  gia  turbina,  ed  investe 

I'aria  innocente. 

II  raggio  iridescente 
del  sole  io  vidi  scolorare  al  lezzo 
dell'alito  fatal :  novo  ribrezzo 
come  per  gel  rattrista  la  famiglia 
dell'erbe,  e  intorno  piangono 
le  fonti  lamentose. 

I  soli  umani 
ignari  del  periglio,  ancor  foUeggiano, 
poveri  aulenti  calici 
dannati  a  la  procella  del  domani! 
O  Tu,  dal  fondo  degli  abissi  arcani, 
vibra  un  cenno  su  lui:  tuonino  i  cherubi: 
il  nemico  e  laggiii!,, 

Moria  ne  Valto 
la  voce  d'  Uriele,  e  dai  toiianti 
oricalchi  sgorgavano 
gia  gli  appelli  sonauti, 
ipiando  sui  minaccianli 

[  16] 


PARADISE  LOST 

Thou  art  the  whisp'ring  voice  of  ev'ry  zephyr. 
That  'mid  the  roses  playeth  soft  and  tender, 
The  heart  enfolding. 

Thou  art  the  Life  of  ev'ry  flower  that  groweth, 

Spirit  of  all  movement,  of  joy  the  Giver. 

O  Father!  all  blest  Creator,  all  things  shall  praise  Thee! 


To  harp-strings  tuned, 
The  voice  of  Cherubim  doth  echo  make, 
Then  thro'  the  air  a  radiant  light  appeals, 
From  earth  to  high  Heav'n  rising —  Uriel. 
Uriel,  who  once  tvithin  the  Sim  didst  dwell, 
Swept  back  thro'  ether  blue — God's  messenger! 
More  golden  gleams  the  day  at  his  approach. 
0  wondrous  vision  to  the  Poet's  eyes, 
That  must  with  rapture  quicken  all  his  soul! 


Uriel:  All-seeing  Godhead,  Who  with  rule  supernal 
Hast  created  a  universe  eternal. 
Malice  of  evil  seeks  to  destroy  Thy  work 
In  earth  and  heaven. 

He  whom  the  pure  in  heart  name  not  in  glory 
Thro'  the  universe  wandereth,  soiling  with  his  breath 
Fragrant  breezes. 

I  saw  the  golden  glory  of  morning, 
O'ershadowed  by  his  presence, 
Grow  pale  beneath  his  pestilential  breath. 
Shake,  as  when  Winter's  frost  fills  the  air. 
Its  icy  hand  their  fragrance  benumbing. 
And  all  the  merry  rills  and  fountains 
Stay  their  laughter. 

Only  the  foolish,  untutored  by  affliction. 
By  idle  dreams  beset,  like  trustful  flowers 
Heedless  sleep,  unconscious  of  the  coming  of  disaster. 
Grant  them  Thy  warning,  by  Thy  holy  wisdom, 
Let  now  Thy  Herald  on  high  at  Thy  word 
Proclaim  that  the  foemen  are  near. 


On  the  illumined  summits  died  the  Word, 

And  thro'  the  air  the  threat' ning  thunders  broke, 

Invoking  to  their  aid  the  starry  host. 

Then  thro'  the  tumult  came  a  wondrous  sign, 

[  n  ] 


IL  PARADISO  PERDUTO 

scese  un  cenno:  e  ristettero.  Volava 
un'armo7iia  solcmic  in  ogni  duve, 
e  intorno  si  librava 
la  voce  di  Colui,  die  tutto  muove. 

"Posa,  Uriele:,,  —  {in  eco  sterminata 
la  santa  voce  ripetean  rotando 
le  sfere,  via  per  Vorbita  segnata) 

"Posa,  Uriel.  Lo  spirito  nefando 
1^  non  giungea,  se  il  cenno  onde  trafitto 
cadde  in  Inferno,  lo  cacciava  in  bando. 

"Sta  I'eterno  voler  saldo  ed  invitto: 
nulla  in  alto  si  muove  o  nell'abisso 
se  I'occulto  Fattor  non  I'abbia  scritto. 

"In  doppia  forma  ogni  destino  e  scisso: 
potea  Satan,  pu6  la  creata  gente 
scegliei'e  il  Ben:  chi  nel  peccar  e  fisso 

"cadr4  nel  Mai,  perduto  eternamente!, 

—  Pianse  il  core  innocente 

al  response  fatal :  nati  aU'oblio 

del  diiolo,  s' attrislavano 

gli  spirti  clctti  alfavellar  d'Iddio. 

Ma  nel  sen  dell' Etei-no 

raggid  I' Amor,  Figliuolo  immacolato 

del  Fattore  superno :  e  rise  intorno 

di  nova  luce  l' Etere 

qual  ride  il  cielo  a  Vapparir  del  giorno. 

"Padre,  I'eterno  detto 
immutabil  sara:  piombi  la  Morte, 
se  scritto  e  in  alto,  su  I'umana  sorte! 

"Ma  I'uomo  piccioletto 
fa  die  possa  espiar:  I'umana  stanza 
ch'avr^  Lutto  e  Dolor,  abbia  Speranza,, 


I 


— "E  sia! 

(0  Amore,  Amore  sterminatoi 
Tug  van  to  era  redimere 
la  colpa  del  peccar .') 

"Sull'uom  creato 
sta  infinito  il  Dolor:  doglia  infinita 
tempra  non  e  che  accogliere 
possa,  se  non  celeste.  Ora,  gli  eventi 
chi  vuol  mutar  coU'uom?  Chi  nella  vita 
vuol  scendere,  e  morir  .  .  .?„ 
[   18  I 


PARADISE  LOST 

Down-sweeping  from  the  kindling  heavens  above, 
And  Nature  hearkened. 

'Twas  the  Voice  of  God, 
Creator — hifinite  ! 


Voice  of  the  Father  {Chorus):  Hearken  to  my  warning! 
{The  circling  stars  give  witness  to  God's  Word, 
And  onward  bear  it  thro'  celestial  space.) 

Low  lieth  in  Hell's  darkness  that  evil  Spirit; 

My  sov'reign  Will  he  resisteth: 

Fettered  and  tormented,  east  away  for  ever. — 

God's  commandment  stands  fast, 

Nought  shall  o'erthrow  it, 

There  is  nothing  in  Heav'n  or  on  the  Earth  beneath 

That  dare  disobey,  my  Will  abideth. 

Yet  Fate  decreeth,  fraught  with  two-fold  blessing, 

That  Man  is  free,  free  e'en  as  Satan  could  have  chosen 

His  own  lot, —  but  he  who  chooses  evil  is  ever  lost. 

And  for  ever  accursed. 


Loudly  she  wept,  who  never  guilt  had  known, 

For  judged  of  God,  her  soul  felt  grief  indeed. 

Born  unto  bliss,  now  by  the  veil  of  sin 

The  Sun  of  her  cjcistence  clouded  o'er. — 

Yet  in  the  bosom  of  the  Everlasting  God 

Beamed  forth  the  love  of  His  Begotten  Son, 

As  clear  and  bright  as  on  Creation's  morn 

When  young  Day  stood  in  glory  'neath  His  Throne. 


Voice  of  the  Son: 

Father  of  Truth  eternal,  as  Thyself  stands  Thy  word. 

And  if  Thou  wiliest  that  Man  shall  suffer 

Then  be  Death  his  portion. 

Yet  of  Thy  tender  mercy,  leave  him  hope  upon  earth. 

For  Life  is  heavy  with  care,  long  must  he  struggle, 

Let  Hope  sustain  him. 

Voice  of  the  Father  :  Be  it  so ! 

(0  boundless  Love,  that  ne'er  hath  equal  known, 

That  thus  did  bear  the  sin  of  all  the  world!) 

On  Man  for  ever  lies  the  burden  of  pain ; 

Were  he  but  earthly,  pain  would  soon  pass. 

His  suffering  proveth  his  holy  origin. 

Who  will  surrender  his  bliss  to  gain  man's  peace.? 

Sink  into  darkness  to  raise  him  from  the  dead.? 

[  19  ] 


IL  PARADISO  PERDUTO 

Grave,  nell'alto, 
silenzio  errava :  al  gran  soffrir  del  mondo 
gli  stessi  eletfi  sarretrar  sgomenti! 

"  Un'ostia  dunque^  o  Padre 
(canto  allora  V Amor)  dal  tetro  inferno 
salvera  I'uom?  Sia  sacro  il  detto  eterno! 

"Nel  grembo  d'una  madre 
io,  fatto  uman,  laggiu  n'andr6:  di  Morte 
subir6  la  tortura,  e  nuova  sorte 

"in  terra  allietera  le  umane  squadre!„ 

"Santa,  suprema  e  pura 
Voce,  tu  in  fondo  al  cuore 
ancor  favelli,  angelica 
speranza  nel  dolore. 

"Tu,  scesa  a  la  tortura 
deiruom,  salvasti  il  mondo, 
e  vai  cantando  ai  secoli 
I'osanna  tuo  giocondo !  „ 

Mentre  il  Figlio  dicea,  lideano  i  deli: 

salian  caiitando  gli  angeli 

net  rijtdgenti  veli, 

e  il  t7-epido  aleggiar  si  disperdea 

in  due  rote  volventi 

die  I'una  in  pian,  I'altra  in  salir  movea. 

Al  gioir  deir empireo  s'accese 

di  raggi.  il  ?nondo :  la  sublime  voce 

desto  gli  uvian  die,  attoniti 

guardar  le  rote — e  vadorar  la  Ci'oce. 


20  1 


PARADISE  LOST 

A  saddened  silence  deepened  in  the  Height, 
The  sorrow  of  the  World  to  weeping  moved 
All  Angel  hearts. 

Voice  of  the  Son: 

And  dost  Thou  offer,  O  Father,  for  man's  atonement, 

(*o  spoke  Eternal  Love^ 
Some  Sacrifice?  Thy  Will  be  done  in  Heaven. 
A  Mother's  womb  shall  hold  me ;  man's  image  assuming. 
To  earth  I  come.  The  pangs  of  death  for  his  sake  will  I  suffer. 
Joy  shall  blossom,  new  springing. 
And  by  my  griefs  shall  man  be  saved. 

Chorus:  Promise  of  joy  so  gladly  ringing, 
Hope  to  the  saddened  spirit  bringing, 
Holy  solace  in  affliction  giving, 
Thou  goest  down  to  Man  in  his  distress. 
And  dost  deliver : 
Thy  Voice  thro'  countless  ages  sings,  "  Hosanna!" 

Then  as  the  Son  in  holy  accents  spoke, 
The  Courts  of  Heav'n  with  melodij  rejoiced. 
And  shining  throngs  of  Angels  echoed  Praise, 
In  soft  fight  winging,  wondrous  to  behold. 
So  great  the  glory  of  the  joyous  Heav'n, 
It  glowed  on  earth  and  filed  men  with  amaze. 
So  that  they  humbly  bowed  the  head  in  prayer, 
And  lowly  worship  of  the  Holy  Cross. 


121  J 


PARTE  TERZA 
LA  TERRA 

STANCA  delle  terrestri 
valli,  muvea  la  luce  il  vol  giocondo 
via  digradanle  pe'i  con  fin  del  mondo. 
Fra  gole  igiiolc,  per  senlier  silvestri 
cliorma  vivente  nan  avea  segnata, 
ridea  la  Bella;  e  sidle  Jronti  alpeslri 
tin  rossor  verecondo 
saliva  a  la  carezza  immacolata. 
'^ Dove  ne  vai? „  chiedea 
la  garrula  foresia.  Ella  haciava 
con  I'alito  divin  la  slormeggiante 
che  tidla  s'allianava: 
poi,  digradanle,  in  alto  si  perdea. 
"Dove  ne  vai? „  trillante 
il  ruscel  ripetea,  da  nevi  eterne 
sorio  a  specchiar  le  iimnensitd  superne. 
A  le  sue  linfe  il  labro 
dava  la  Bella :  un'onda  di  cinahro 
scorrea  le  rupi,  in  cascatelle,  al  piano : 
ella  saliva.  I  culmini  sisanti 
la  rispecchiavan :  su  I'eccelse  vetle 
giunse,  miro  il  Signor,  bella  rislette, 
in  un  lampo  d'amore 
tutta  rifiilse,  vaglieggiando  Iddio: 
poscia,  sorpresa  da  mortal  sopore, 
richiuse  I'ali,  e  su  l' est  el  I  o  umano 
scese  il  notturno  amplesso  deU'oblio. 

—  "O  corolle  gemmate,, — (gin  chinate 
dicean  le  nubi  erranti  agli  oscillanti 
sieli  JVagravli^ 

"date  I'ultimo  incenso!  D'ogni  senso 
I'agonia  della  Diva  che  vi  avviva 
quaggiu  vi  priva. 

"Contro  il  sopore  lento  sorge  il  vento: 
ma  ronza  invano  e  trilla,  e  vi  titilla 
ogni  fibrilla. 
[  22  ] 


PART  III 

EARTH 

WEARY  of  earthly  pastures  climbed  the  Light 
To  farthest  boundaries  of  the  spacious  world, 
Then  —  uptvard  to  the  Stars.  In  dark  ravines 
And  lonely  shores  where  trod  no  living  thing, 
His  glad  beams  laughed  and  sweetly  kissed  to  life 
The  fingers  of  the  mist,  until  they  glowed 
With  rosy  beauty. 

"  Where  goest  thou?" the  lively  Forest  asked, 
As  tree  and  blossom  wakened  at  his  spell, 
And  evry  stream  became  a  living  soiirce. 
Still  onward  went  the  Light  to  Heavens  gate. 
"  Where  goest  thou  ?"  he  asked  the  melting  snow, 
That  turned  to  silver  water  at  his  touch. 
"Come  forth"  he  cried,  "and  show  Creation's  pow'r," 
And  evry  cloud  became  a  beam  of  light. 
Then  lusher  still  o'er  summits  crowned  with  snow, 
Hisher  arid  higher  to  the  Gate  of  Heaven 
Where  dwelt  the  Godhead,— there  for  ever  stayed. 
Merged  in  the  glory  of  that  look  of  Love. 
There  rests  the  Light,  it  clouds  its  wijigs  to  earth. 
And  oer  the  weary  draivs  the  veil  of  Night, — 
Forgetfulness. 

Chorus:  O  ye  dew-laden  petals, 

{Thus  spake  the  clouds  xinto  the  beauteous  florv'rs,) 

waft  abroad  your  sweet  fragrance! 
In  the  fading  light  of  evening,  with  the  Sun  that  gave  ye 

beauty, 
Your  glow  will  vanish.  Soft-moving  winds 
Will  waken  ye  from  slumber. 

The  tinkling  chime  of  bluebells  is  making  fairy  music 
Softly,  gently,  'mid  the  night  breezes. 

[  23  ] 


IL  PARADISO  PERDUTO 

"Leij  che  allumina  stami,  zolle  e  rami, 
dilegua.  Tedio  enornie  sulle  forme 
stendesi — e  dorme!„ 

—  Freddo  tin  baglior  da  Voccidente  in  cielo 
sorgeajrattanlo:  il  plenilmiio  acceso 
occhieggiava  dai  monti,  ad  ogni  stelo 
benedicendo.  I  raggi 

non  usi  ancor  nei  mistici  viaggi 

a  contemplar  delitti,  in  sid  disteso 

letto  de  I'erbe  s' addormiaii.  Rapaci 

sbncaron  siii  giacenti 

le  farfallette  audaci : 

li  ghermiro7i  net  sonno:  itidi  fiigaci 

volitaron  suijior,  lampe  vivenli. 

Cost  su  glebe  aulenti, 

su  rivoli  scorrenti 

vagarono  le  lucciole,jluenti 

nimbi  di  vitajra  notturne  pad. 

"O  come  brillano 
ne  I'aria  tiepida 
quel  fuochi  fatui 
come  scintillano! 

"D'intorno  occhieggiano, 
salgono,  scendono, 
ne  I'erbe  affondansi, 
riddano,  danzano. 

"Sui  raggi  libransi 
dell'astro  pallido; 
su  noi  si  cullano: 
bevon  nei  calici 

"le  goccie  roride 
che  in  aria  brillano, 
che  in  terra  stillano, 
che  arcane  trillano 

"trillano,  trillano 
su  I'acqua  nera.  „ 

—  Cost  daijiori  in  eco  estenuata 
salta  la  voce  nei  notturno  oblio: 

e  a  lor  bizzarra  ne  scendea  ritmata 
la  ne?iia  dell' errante  sfavillio. 

"Siam  raggi  che  in  cento 
miraggi  sul  vento 

[  24  ] 


PARADISE  LOST 


In  the  splendor  of  sunset  sinks  the  golden  Day 

In  his  glory. 

Day  is  winging,  visions  bringing 

Dreamland  its  glamour  o'er  all  is  flinging. 


Meantime  they  sang,  while  in  the  distant  West 

Uprose  a  lambent  glow ;  thejiill  moon's  disc 

Her  cheery  light  threw  down  upon  thejiowers, 

Where  slept  all  earth  unmindful  oj  alarm. 

Suddenly  from  concealment  overthrown 

Awoke  the  nocturnal  army,  enemies 

Of  Night's  repose.  From  bush  and  brook  and  glen 

In  ever  varied  colors, frefies  gay 

Lit  up  the  gloom  with  7vaves  of  dancing  sparks. 


Chorus:  See  now  the  cuckoo  wakes. 
His  call  the  silence  breaks. 
Thro'  mist  of  silver  rain 
Spring  smiles  on  us  again. 

The  fairy  moonbeams  play. 

Gemming  with  crystal  each  meadow  way; 

In  blossom  cups  they  lie 

Under  the  star-lit  sky. 

They  peep  from  cloudlets'  brim. 
And  light  the  shadows  dim. 
And  from  the  lilies  white 
Sip  they  the  dew  of  night. 

Glimmering  dews  of  night, 
Shimmering  moon-beams  light. 
Such  airy,  fairy  things, 
Shaking  their  silver  wings, 

Shivering,  quivering,  glimmering,  shimmering. 
Ah! 


So  from  the  petal-lips  of  dreaming  flon'rs 
Glad  echoes  woke  of  Night's  eternal  song, 
And  golden  fireflies  dancing  in  the  grove 
Set  love  to  music. 


Chorus:  We  merrily  dance  on  the  wind  softly  blowing. 
O'er  meadow  ways  going, 

[  25  ] 


IL  PARADISO  PERDUTO 

scherzosi  ne  vanno. 
Bramosi  ristanno 
gli  steli  d'intorno 
sognando,  tra  i  veli 
de  Tombre,  la  luce 
del  giorno.  „ 

—  Ma  pill  dolce  tra  i  rami  e  piu  sonora 
e  ripiena  d'incanti,  una  parola 
giiingea.  Sogiiaroii  gli  angioli 

forse  quell' armoiiia,  quando  da  V alto 
mirar  la  tei'ra.  E  come  argentea  d'acque 
Jiuente  vena,  die  in  eterna  sirqfe 
d'eterne  puritd  canzoni  allerna, 
tale  ad  Eva  scendea  la  maschia  voce 
de  I'amico  innocente 
eke  a  lei  dona  la  potestd  supema. 

—  "Lenta  la  notte,  o  mia  compagna,  grava 
sul  tuo  bel  volto:  i  riccioli  fluenti 
aH'umida  carezza  omai  s'allentano 

gill  per  le  spalle,  tardi  e  sonnolenti. 
Po.siam:  spegne  il  Signore 
ogni  fulgore  in  ciel,  perche  la  terra 
posi  beata  in  plaeido  sopore.  „ 

—  "Non  seese  il  sonno  a  me:  sorride  intorno 
la  vita  ancor:  vedi?  scintilla  11  giorno 
laggiu,  suH'acque:  e  in  volitanti  cori 

vagan  faville  argentee 

sui  calici  dei  fiori. 

E  la  bizzarra  visione  alterna 

rombre  al  corrusco  lanipeggiar  .  .  .  Sospira 

dei  fior,  sott'essi,  I'dezzante  prole  .  .  . 

Scende  il  raggio  nei  calici,  e  s'interna .  .  . 

Luci  e  corolle  han  gemiti  e  parole!,, 

—  "Son  raggi 
che  in  cento 
mi  raggi 
sul  vento 
scherzosi 
ne  vanno  .  . 

—  "  Bramosi 

ristanno 

gli  steli 

d'intorno . . . 
— "sognando 
tra  i  veli 
de  I'ombre 
la  luce 
del  giorno  .  .  .  ,, 

[  26  ] 


PARADISE  LOST 

Where  deep  in  the  shadow  lies  soft-tinted  clover, 

So  drowsily  dreaming 

Of  joys  that  with  daytime  are  over. 


Yet  sweeter  still  swelled  forth  ih'  enchanting  strain 

O'er  tranquil  groves  roofed  in  7vith  leafy  green, 

A  strain  as  glad  as  Angels  hear  in  dreams 

When  they  from  Heav'n  bend  down  to  earth  below. 

As  light  as  zephyrs  winging  in  the  sky 

Was  borne  to  Eve  that  tender  voice  above 

That  in  the  chastening  joy  of  Heav'n-born  Hope 

To  her  was  given. 


Adam  :  Night's  misty  shadows  thy  face  concealing. 
Hide  thee,  O  heart's  beloved! 
Thy  tresses,  golden  gleaming, 
Are  gemmed  with  dewy  kisses  of  night. 
And  fall  in  shining  beauty  o'er  thee. 
Rippling  in  profusion. 
Then  sleep!  Heav'n  shrouds  its  glory, 
And  slumber  brings  us  peace. 
On  earth  let  there  be  rest,  and  may  slumber 
Thine  eyelids  steep  in  gladness 


Eve:  Beloved,  I  cannot  sleep  for  joy! 
For  Life  still  smileth  in  my  eyes. 
Yonder  the  fountain  flashes  with  daytime  splendor 
And  all  the  air  is  lambent, 
While  'mid  the  grasses  glistening 
Are  golden  fireflies  playing.  The  Night  is  filled 
With  tender  dreamings,  so  richly  glowing. 
Fair  visions  of  the  day. 
The  flow'rs  sweet  plaint  are  making, 
Breathing,  sweet  and  low,  their  soft  complaining. 
Listen  and  hear  them! 


Adam  :  They  merrily  dance  on  the  wind  softly  blowing. 
O'er  meadow  ways  going, 

Where  deep  in  the  shadow  lies  soft-tinted  clover. 
So  drowsily  dreaming 
Of  joys  that  with  daytime  are  over. 

I  27  ] 


IL  PARADISO  PERDUTO 

—  Menire  cost  dice  a,  posava  Adavio 
sill  limitare  del  diletto  albergo 
tutto  profumi  e  pace. 

Ma  neU'ombra  eke  tace 
ella  udiva  VappeUo  disperato 
che  gill  scendea  sull'anima 
con  I'injida  canzone  del  peccato. 

— "T'arresta,  amico:  ne  la  notte  canta 
la  foresta,  laggiu  .  .  .  hanno  i  tuoi  occhi 
una  dolcezza  insolita, 
e  un'onda  di  desio  par  ne  trabocchi!„ 

—  "Desio?  .  .  .  tal  nome  ignoto 
non  insegnaron  gli  angioli .  .  .  „ 

— '^Sorride 
la  bocca  tua  gentil  piu  dell'usato, 
e  sparge  arcano  faseino 
che  tutta  mi  conquide  .  . . 
Perche?,, 

—  "T'acqueta:  il  vago  turbamento 
degli  occhi  tuoi  mi  turba,  ed  ha  la  notte 
sospir  pien  di  sgomento  ... 
Preghiam !  „ 

— "Perche  si  curvano 
le  luci  vagabonde 
sull'aperte  corolla  tremebonde 
in  luminosi  amplessi .  .  .} „ 

—  "  Preghiam !  „ 

— "Perche  ogni  ramo 
dk  frutti  e  fior.''  Perche,  s'io  mai  ti  chiamo, 
al  nome  tuo  commoversi 
sento  le  rupi  e  I'onde, 

e  'Adamo!,  io  dico:  e  la  boscaglia  mormora, 
ed  'amo!,  ne  risponde  .  ...'',, 

— "Preghiam,  preghiam !  Non  v'ha  perch e,se  Iddio 
fiori  e  luci  e  boscaglie  ed  acque  erranti 
diede  alia  terra.,, 

—  "Ascoltami: 
Bizzarre  imagini 
turban  lo  spirito .  .  . 
Perche  ogni  ramo 

da  frutti  e  fior?  Perche,  mentr'io  ti  chiamo, 

[  28  ] 


PARADISE  LOST 

While  thus  he  spoke,  in  quiet,  peaceful  calm 
'Mid  his  beloved  herds  did  Adam  rest, 
And  in  the  balmy  air  oJJSight  inclined. 
But  Eve  already  in  that  silent  hour 
The  promptings  of  the  evil  spirit  heard 
Within  her  soul,  and  sinful  impulse  stirred 
Her  woman's  mind. 


Eve:  "Yet  linger,  beloved"  —  so  sings  blissful  Night; 
Its  music  echoes  sweetly  above. 
Thy  glances  fall  upon  me  very  tenderly, 
Thy  spirit  speaks  to  mine  in  rapture  of  gladness. 


Adam:  Sweet  rapture! 

Was  gentler  saying  e'er  heard  before 
From  Angel's  mouth? 


Eve:  Thy  mouth  speaketh  gentle  music, 
Tho'  thy  lips  are  silent. 

A  tear  of  holy  sympathy  upon  thine  eyelid  glistens. 
Ah  why?  Ah  why? 


Adam:  O!  ask  not! 

My  heart,  I  know  not  wherefore. 

Is  filled  with  sorrow; 

Sad  grows  the  Night  which  echoed  our  joy — 

Its  peace  is  ended! 

O  God,  my  God! 

Eve:  Ah!  why  do  fireflies 

Sip  from  cups  of  dreaming  blossoms 
Honeyed  sweetness  that  within  their  hearts 
Lies  hidden?  Why  are  they  drunken  with  bliss? 


Adam:  Ask  not!  ask  not! 


Eve:  O!  why  do  flowers  blossom  forth 
And  fill  the  earth?  O  why  — O  why? 
When  I  call  thee  in  gladness  of  my  heart 
I  hear  the  voice  of  the  woodland  answer, 

[  29  ] 


IL  PARADISO  PERDUTO 

dintorno  si  commovono 

I'erbe,  le  rupi,  I'onde, 

e  '  Adamo ! ,  io  dico :  e  la  boscaglia  mormora, 

ed  *amo!,  ne  risponde  .  .  .?„ 

—  "Eva,  I'insolito 
pensier  chi  mai 
va  suggerendoti?„ 

—  "In  cento  lai 
odo  nei  fremiti 
della  foresta 
laggiu  ripetersi 
I'arcana  inchiesta 


'» 


—  "Perche  negli  occhi  tuoi 
splende  un  ignoto  ardore?„ 

—  "Perche  s'aecende  e  pal  pita 
ogni  mia  vena  . .  .?„ 

— "  Affocansi, 
Eva  gentil,  le  morbide 
tue  guance  di  rossore  .  .  . 
perche?,, 

—  "Sulle  tue  labbra  suggere 
i  tuoi  sospiri  io  bramo  .  .  .  „ 

—  "Eva  mia  dolce  .  .  .„ 

—  "E  gemere 
col  bosco:  'io  t'amo!  io  t'anio!,,, 

—  "E  t'amo!,,  il  bosco  imperoerso.  L'immensa 
passione  carnalc  in  cento  J  rernW/ 

batle  I' all  fiell' onibra :  e  bad  e  murmuri 

salivano,  scendevano 

visione  infernal — ne  Varia  densa  .  .  . 

Allor  phisnando  Sulana  s  eslolle 
su  la  gleba:  ma  d' alto 

Jiammeggian  spade  e  romban  sciidi,  e  piomba 
dei  cherubi  teirUnle 
la  santa  schicrn  sul  lerreno  spalto. 
Travolta  all'urto,  il  reprobo  dijiamme 
tulto  s'incese,  e  "  maledetto  il  cielo!,, 
tuonava.  Ampia  voragine 
I'accolse,  e  nei  burroni 
s'inabisso  la  voce,  in  lunghi  rantoli 
malcdicendo. 

A I  grido 
i  peccator  destaronsi 
dal  godimento  infido : 
e  tra  r orrcnda  f'lnia  scatenata 
degli  elementi,  udirono 
vagar  di  Dio  la  voce  sterminata. 
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PARADISE  LOST 

"My  Adam!" 

It  whispers,  in  accents  sweet  and  wonderful, 

"My  Adam!" 

Adam:  G!  ask  not  why  the  Lord  to  us  hath  given 
Sparkling  waters,  and  sunlit  pastures, 
And  silent  woodland.  Ask  not! 

Eve:  My  husband!  O  answer  me! 

O  could  I  only  tell  all  that  my  heart  doth  hold! 

Adam:  Dearest,  the  thought  my  soul  entices, — 
What  voice  is  this  which  calls  to  thee? 

Eve  :  The  woods  re-echo,  sighing  so  tenderly. 

Their  depths  repeating  our  hearts'  strange  questioning, 
The  silence  breaking. 

Adam:  Thine  eyes  so  softly  clear, 
With  tender  bliss  are  shining ; 
Thy  blushing  cheeks,  beautiful  Eve, 
Are  pure  and  fair  as  summer  roses  twining. 

Eve:  O  let  thy  lips  now  speak  to  me, 
Thy  true  love  tell,  in  accents  tender. 
While  I  my  heart  surrender! 

Chorus:  Beloved! 

"Beloved  one" — so  rang  the  shadowed  wood, 

Where  untamed  passioii  beat  its  eager  wings 

And  spent  itself  in  balefid  Jiutterings 

Thatjilled  the  air  like  echoes  from  the  hells. 

In  proud  dension  boasted  Satan  then 

Of  his  unholi/  triumph,  'tilf-om  Heav'n 

Bright,  glistening  swords  of  fame  before  them  drove 

The  consecrated  Cherubim,  and  fell  to  earth 

A  ivarrior  host.  Then  iii  his  turn  dismayed. 

The  God-forsaken  one,  enwrapped  in  fame, 

Invoked  aloud  "  Eter?ial  curse  on  Heav'n" 

As,  suffocated  in  the  tongues  of  fire, 

He  fell  to  Hell's  abyss,  reviling  still. 

Then  woke  the  sinful  pair,  who  yielding  thus 

To  their  uncurb' d  desire,  on  earth  had  loosed 

Unfettered  pow'rs  of  darkness. 

In  their  ears 
God's  holy  word  resounded. 


IL  PARADISO  PERDUTO 

—  "Errasti:  e  I'ala  del  dolore  eterno 
spian6  sovra  i  tuoi  passi  il  vol  rapace. 
o  prole  nata  a  gaudio  sempiterno, 

"infranta  omai  la  tua  dolcezza  giace. 
Pure  nel  lungo  e  desolato  inverno 
ultimo  dono  avrai  la  santa  face 

"della  preghiera.  Su  per  I'orbe  immense 
cantino  I'erbe  a  Dio,  canti  I'armento, 
canti  la  terra  e  il  mar  profondo:  'Sia!,„ 

—  (^Da  le  corolle  al  del  salia  I'incenso, 
e  pauroso  tra  i  pahneti  il  venlo 
cessava  il  rombo  e  ripeteva:  "Sia!„) — 

—  "Luce  soave,  azzurro  firmamento 

{pianger  sudiva  alfavellar  di  Dio) 

bell'onda,  ignara  ancor  d'ogni  lamento, 
noi  ti  perdemmo.  O  Paradiso,  addio! 
Addio,  stanza  d'amor!  bagnato  il  ciglio 
t'invocheremo  all'alba,  a  notte,  a  sera. 
Chi  lenira  I'umana  doloranza?„ 

— (£  i  ckerubi  caniavan:)  "La  speranza!,, 

Chi  sari  scudo  nell'uman  periglio? 

—  (£  i  ckerubi  caniavan:)  "La  preghiera!,, 

"Anello  eterno  fra  la  terra  e  il  Nume, 
sara  la  prece  un  celestial  sorriso. 
Sari  la  fede  il  tuo  giocondo  lume, 
avrai  nel  pianto  un  nuovo  Paradiso!,, 


PARADISE  LOST 

Voice  of  the  Father:  Thou  sinnest! 

The  darksome  wing  of  sorrow  shall  hover 
Above  thy  earthly  pathway  and  cast  its  shadow. 
The  joy  of  living — thou  shalt  regain  it  never. 
Thine  innocence  is  lost  to  thee  for  ever. 

Voice  of  the  Son:  Tho'  long  and  dreary 
Lieth  thy  sorrow's  winter, 

Prayer  shall  enlighten  still  thy  days  of  affliction. 
Prayer  shall  uphold  thee! 

Chorus:  Now  arise,  all  ye  kingdoms. 
Sing  to  the  Lord  thanksgiving! 
Praise  Him,  ye  people! 
Praise  Him,  ye  mountains  and  ye  rivers! 
Amen. 

And  from  the  flowers  sweet  incense  Jilled  the  air, 
That  dumbly  stirred  before  the  voice  of  God, — 
Arid  from  afar  came  answer  back  "Amen." 

Adam  and  Eve  :  Farewell,  lost  happiness. 
Fair  dwelling,  lost  for  ever. 
Calm  shelter  where  tempests  beat  in  vain; 
We  now  must  leave  thee. 

{The  voice  of  weeping  at  the  Eternal  words.) 
O!  Paradise  lost!  Farewell! 
Ne'er  shall  we  return. 

For  thee  in  longing  our  hearts  are  yearning. 
At  morning,  at  even,  for  ever. 

Adam  :  And  who  will  comfort  us  in  our  affliction.? 

Chorus:  {The  Chembim  sang:)  Hope  shall  comfort. 

Eve:  Who  will  protect  us  when  grim  dangers  threaten.? 

Chorus:  {The  Cherubim  sang:)  Prayer  shall  save  thee. 

Chorus:  O!  wondrous  blessing  that  in  prayer  God  giveth! 
By  Faith  that  shall  for  ever  stand  unshaken. 
Out  of  thy  sorrows,  thy  despair,  thy  weeping, 
A  fairer  Paradise  for  thee  shall  waken. 


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An  April  Heart  n.  um 

CYCLE  OF  SIX  SONGS  FOR  HIGH  VOICE 

BY  H.  CLOUGH-LEIGHTER 

ARTIST'S  EDITION  — MODIFIED  EDITION 

DAINTY,  bright,  charming  poems,  set  with  just  the  right 
light  and  whimsical  touch,  though  with  thorough  musician- 
ship, representing  the  finest  work  of  the  American  composer 
in  the  realm  of  song  cycles.  The  songs  are  brilliant  and  unsur- 
passed for  concert  use,  either  singly  or  collectively.  In  order 
to  make  this  charming  work  more  widely  known,  a  new  edition, 
modified  by  the  composer,  has  recently  been  made. 

A  Love-Garden  n.  1.25 

CYCLE  OF  SIX  SONGS  FOR  HIGH  VOICE 
BY  H.  CLOUGH-LEIGHTER 

ANOTHER  work  by  Mr.  Clough-Leighter  of  great  attract- 
iveness. Although  published  in  advance  of  the  companion 
cycle,  "An  April  Heart,"  the  musical  worth  and  interest 
throughout  are  parallel,  requiring  accomplished  vocalists  and  an 
apt  accompanist  for  its  proper  performance,  but  it  is  immensely 
effective  either  as  a  whole  or  separately. 

Love-Life.   Op.  46  n.  1.25 

CYCLE  OF  THREE  SONGS  FOR  HIGH  VOICE 

BY  H.  CLOUGH-LEIGHTER 

SINGERS  of  fine  appreciation  will  delight  in  this  group  of 
glowing  lyrics.  The  poems  are,  in  the  settings,  welded  into 
an  artistic  sequence  by  unity  of  treatment  and  key  (all  three 
songs  are  in  1)?),  though  the  three  numbers  are  highly  to  be 
recommended  individually  as  excerpts. 

Youth  and  Spring  «.  1.25 

THREE  SONGS  FOR  HIGH  VOICE 

BY  H.  CLOUGH-LEIGHTER 

IN  these  three  songs  gracious  and  distinguished  melody  and 
exultant  accompaniment  conspire  to  weave  a  spell  of  spring- 
time not  to  be  escaped.  The  numbers  of  the  Cycle  are  indi- 
vidualized and  at  the  same  time  exhibit  a  perceptible  unity  of 
motive  and  style. 

Songs   from   Tennyson's 
"Maud."    Op.  9  H..7.5 

FOR  HIGH  AND  LOW  VOICE 

BY  BENJAMIN  WHELPLEY 

A  NOTABLE  set  of  songs,  one  which  will  attract  the  atten- 
tion and  hold  the  interest  of  all  singers  who  care  for  the 
best  in  American  song  literature.  These  songs  possess  the 
same  charm  and  mastery  so  characteristic  of  Mr.  Whelpley's 
"The  Nightingale  Has  a  Lyre  of  Gold,"  a  song  that  has  be- 
come a  universal  favorite;. 

Songs  from  Tennyson's 
"Princess."  Op.  12  n.  1.00 

FOR  HIGH  AND  LOW  VOICE 
BY  BENJAMIN  WHELPLEY 

FOLLOWING  (two  years  later)  the  issuance  of  Mr.  Whelp- 
ley's valued  "  Songs  from  Tennyson's  '  Maud,'  "  this  new 
group  of  Tennyson's  songs  illustrates  again  that  composer's 
gift  of  pure  lyricism.  The  spirit  and  atmosphere  of  the  poem 
comes  to  its  fitting  musical  expression  in  these  songs  ;  the  music 
makes  its  way  to  the  affections  immediately.  The  accomplished 


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the  lofty  sweetness  of  the  great  poet. 

Jewel  Songs  « 

BY  H.  L.  BRAINARD 

THESE  are  pretentious  and  distinguished  songs;  loflm 
swift  flights,  but  convincing  ana  assured.  Tliere  iln 
imaginationand  rich  utterance.  The  four  poems,  by  ArclB 
Sullivan,  are  revealers  of  the  souls  of  things,  and  the  m|0 
settings  fairly  flash  in  their  expressive  power. 


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Three  Sets  of  Songs 

BY  CLAYTON  JOHNS 

THREE  ENGLISH  SONGS  (High  Voice) 
THREE  FRENCH  SONGS  (High  and  Low  Voic 
FOUR  GERMAN  SONGS  (High  Voice) 

THREE  interesting  sets  of  short  songs.  The  range  caJ 
a  medium  voice  of  not  more  than  average  cotnpass 
top  and  bottom.  The  composer  has  shown  skill  in  dil 
tiating  between  the  different  styles  of  song  and  in  bringi; 
the  national  traits  characteristic  of  each. 

Cavalier  Songs 

BASS,  BARITONE  OR  TENOR 

BY  FREDERIC  FIELD  BULLARD 

THREE  splendid  songs  for  a  man  ;  fine  for  concert 
singly  or  together.  Done  for  both  low  and  high  > 
perhaps  best  for  bass,  but  thoroughly  efiective  for  a  robust 
or  high  baritone. 

The  Flight  of  the  Eagle 

CYCLE  FOR  THREE  SOLO  VOICES 

BY  HOMER  NORRIS 

SONG  cycle  for  soprano,  tenor  and  bass.    This  is  an  ex k 
dinary  work,  in   no  sense  conventional   or  common  jc 
The  text  is  selected  from  "  Leaves  of  Grass,"  by  Walt 
man.     The  music  is  modem,  but  beautiful  withal.     It   j. 
technically  severe  for  singers  or  player,  but  requires  artislt 
its  adequate  interpretation.  I 

A  Book  of  Songs.   Op.  20      „i 

HIGH  AND  LOW  VOICE 
BY  ETHELBERT  NEVIN 

AT  this  late  day  the  supreme  genius  of  the  late  Eth  t 
Nevin  in  the  field  of  song  writing  needs  no  mention  t 
finer  songs  written  to  English  texts  exist  than  "Airly  Be:  D 
and  the  "  Nocturne,"  and  the  rest  of  the  ten  songs  are  <  ll 
same  high  plane. 

Sketchbook.    Op.  2 

BY  ETHELBERT  NEVIN 

A  GROUP  of  eight  songs  and  five  piano  pieces,  contp 
the  favorite  "  O  That  We  Two  Were  Maying,"  arh 
"Love   Song."    There  are  also  three    charming  settir 
Stevenson's  "  Child's  Garden  of  Verses." 

Song  Album.     (CoHected  Songs.  Vol.  IJ  » 

HIGH  AND  LOW  VOICE 

BY  ETHELBERT  NEVIN 

'T'HIS  album  of  songs  is  quite  beyond  praise.     The  na 

-*■    each  and  every  song  is  familiar  to  anyone  having  « 

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aiGH  AND  LOW  VOICE 

ETHELBERT  NEVIN 

[IS  volume  brings  together  all  of  the  Nevin  songs  in  our 
atalogue  that  do  not  already  appear  in  the  previous  collec- 
,  "  The  Book  of  Songs,"  "  Song  Album,"  and  "  Sketch- 
!"  The  volume  is  uniform  in  size  and  style  with  the  other 
Nevin  collections  and,  like  them,  cannot  be  surpassed  in 
less  of  appearance. 

bum  of  Songs.   Op.  20        «.  1.25 

CLAYTON  JOHNS 

R.  Johns's  well-deserved  reputation  as  a  writer  of  charm- 
ing songs  is  due  not  only  to  his  ability  as  a  tone  poet  but 

0  his  excellent  taste  and  good  judgment  in  selecting  dainty 
s  for  his  song-texts,  to  which  he  sets  music  notable  for  its 
meity  and  beauty.  The  whole  collection  is  of  Mr.  Johns's 

agments  n.  .75 

'OUR  SHORT  POEMS  SET  TO  MUSIC  FOR 
iOPRANO  OR  TENOR 

FRANKLIN  RIKER 

VEL  chips.  Such  bits  of  melody  provide  much  joy  for  long 
lough  to  be  a  fortunate  find.    Tney  have  a  clear  artistic 

1. 

Group  of  Songs  n.  1.25 

GEORGE  COLEMAN  GOW 

r  album  of  fourteen  excellent  poems,  the  majority  of  which 
ire  in  the  lighter  and  less  serious  moods,  set  to  music  that 
once  spontaneous  and  musicianly.  The  accompaniments 
ot  difficult  and  the  melodies  easy  to  sing  and  grateful  to 
Lnger. 

bum  of  Twelve  Songs         n.  1.50 

AUGUSTO  ROTOLI 

!E  late  Signor  Rotoli  was  a  teacher  and  composer  of  inter- 
lational  renown.  His  extremely  intimate  and  thorough 
'ledge  of  the  needs  of  the  voice  gave  to  his  songs  above  all 

1  certain  "  vocal  "  and  singaoie  quality,  making  them  ex- 
Jt  vocal  practice  as  well  as  most  usable  for  concert  or 
il  songs. 


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bum  of  Fourteen  Songs      j,.  1.50 

JULIA  WARD  HOWE 

IIS  Album  of  Fourteen  Songs,  published  for  the  occasion 
)£  Mrs.  Howe's  eighty-nmth  birthday  anniversary,  com- 
s  songs  that  have  been  composed  at  intervals  through  a 
d  of  seventy  years,  and  present  many  moods  in  appropri- 
varied  musical  guises.  The  musical  means  employed  are 
le,  spontaneous,  but  apt,  and  adequate  for  the  purpose  of 
ixpression. 

ve  Lyrics.    Op.  5  n.  1.25 

ARTHUR  H.  RYDER 
ics  by  Louise  Heald 

3R0UP  of  decidedly  distinguished  tone-poems  ;  in  their 
clearly-marked  and  vivid  separate  contents  and  purpose 
are  a  strong  combination  for  a  single  publication  like  this. 
•  are  richly  musical  and  abound  with  opportunities  for 
r  and  player  alike.  Two  of  the  songs  have  ad  libitufn  ac- 
)animent  of  violin  or  'cello,  with  the  option  of  harp  for  one. 


Twelve  Old  French  Songs     »,.  1.25 

FRENCH  AND  ENGLISH  TEXTS 

BY  J.  B.  WEKERLIN 

'T'HIS  offering  is  a  notable  one  and  will  be  of  great  interest 
■■■   in  all  resoects  to  lovers  of  song.  These  quasi-folk  songs  are 
naive  and  charmingly  archaic  and  the  piano  version  preserve* 
and  reproduces  the  same  quaint  fiavor. 

College  anb  ^art^^onss; 

(Women's  Voices) 

A  Book  of  Radcliflfe  College 
Songs  N.  1.25 

/~\NLY  genuinely  and  deservedly  popular  numbers  have  been 
^-^  chosen  for  this  collection.  They  at  once  express  college 
patriotism  as  well  as  furnish  a  galaxy  of  material  for  those  who 
love  the  convivial  in  music  for  women's  voices. 

Sixteen  Duets  N.L25 

BY  ERNST  FRANK 

IPHE  ever  popular  words  of  Kate  Greenaway's  "  From  the 
■*•    Window  "  have  been  set  to  music  in  duet  form.  The  music 
is  as  delightful  as  the  words. 

Ten  Choruses  by  Old  French 

Composers,     in  three  parts  n..76 

ARR.  BY  AUGUSTE  CHAPUIS 

THESE  charming  choruses,  with  their  quaint  words  and  old- 
time  flavor,  appear  both  in  the  original  French  and  in 
Englisli  translation.  They  are  of  wide  utility,  being  equally 
well  adapted  to  the  high  school  and  to  more  mature  musicai) 
development. 

(©peras  anb  (©perettasf 

Priscilla:  or  The  Pilgrim's  Proxy 

A  Successful  Comic  Opera  inTwo  Acts  (NewVersion)  N.  1.50 

BY  THOMAS  W.   BURETTE 
Lyrics  by  Henry  D.  Coolidge 

Vocal  Score,  n.  $1.50  ( subject  to  discount),  sent  for  exami- 
nation. 
SUITABLE  for  amateurs,  dramatic  and  musical  societies,  or- 
ganizations and  clubs,  church  benefits,  seminaries,  colleges, 
etc.;  within  the  scope  of  the  talents  of  tlie  average  unprofes- 
sional performer.  The  treatment  of  the  subject,  which  is 
founded  on  Longfellow's  "The  Courtshipof  Miles  Standish,'' 
is  romantic  as  well  as  comic.  The  music  is  sparkling,  tuneful, 
refreshing,  and  full  of  pathos.    Costuming  is  inexpensive. 


The  Japanese  Girl 


N.   1.00 


Operetta  for  Women's  Voices,  in  Two  Acts 

BY  CHARLES  VINCENT 

Vocal  Score,  n.  $1.00  (subject  to  discount),  sent  for  exami- 
nation. 

A  MOST  entertaining  and  pleasurable  little  work  for  hearers 
and  singers  alike.  The  argument  is  ingeniously  based  upot 
a  picturesque  Japanese  custom  of  girlhood.  The  text  is  replete 
wuh  dainty  fancy,  tender  sentiment,  color,  fragrance,  birds, 
sunshine,  and  the  "azure  sky."  The  music  is  spontaneously 
delightful,  individual  and  characteristic. 


PUBLISHED  BY 


J     WEST  STREET 


Ws^t  Pogton  iHufi^ic  Companp 


BOSTON.  MASS. 


Catalogue  of  Vocal  Music  and  Books.    168  pp.    Sent  gratis  on  request. 


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